Page 53 of Some Like It Fox

It takes everything in me to concentrate on the road and not on pulling over and taking her right here, right now.

By the time we pull up in front of my house, I’m vibrating with desire. I barely manage to get the truck in park before jumping out of the vehicle.

I’ve taken three steps when Taylor’s door bangs shut and then she’s there, her arms winding around me.

“Jump,” I tell her.

With zero hesitation, she complies, leaping up and wrapping her legs around me. I clutch her tightly, cupping her ass in both hands, lifting her high enough that our mouths are lined up.

Taylor throws herself into the kiss,into melike she does everything else, with absolute abandon.

I get lost in sensations, in the slide of her tongue against mine, the desperate grip of her hands on my shoulders, the taste of her mouth and the heady scent of her skin filling my lungs.

We kiss until the yearning overwhelms every other thought except I need to be inside Taylor more than I need air. I pull my mouth away far enough to ensure we don’t trip while I jog up the porch steps. Taylor’s lips trace down the column of my throat and I groan.

The door hinders our progress while I make fumbling attempts to punch in the code. Once we make it inside, I kick the door shut behind me.

Taylor removes her mouth from my neck long enough to say, “Couch is right there.”

“We need more space to do this properly.”

She shivers in my arms. “I can’t wait to see whatproperlyentails.”

Without another word, I carry her into my room and toss her on the bed.

She bounces, eyes sparkling, her face flushed and her laughter husky. She tugs off her shoes and chucks them over the side of the bed. Her hair is wild around her face.

I want to wrap the strands around my fingers while I take her slowly, then quickly, over and over again.

Her eyes rake over me, coming to an abrupt halt at the bulge pressing against the zipper of my pants.

I rip my sweater over my head, and then my shirt.

Her eyes stay locked on my body as she removes the top half of her clothes, tossing them onto the floor.

Her chest heaves up and down, breath going ragged as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra.

She tosses it to the side. Light filters in through the curtains, caressing her skin in a midday glow.

“Damn, but you’re perfect.” The words are low, fervent. I shove my pants down to the floor, my briefs coming off with them, and I bend over to yank my feet from the hiking boots.

When I stand up again, her gaze sharpens on my throbbing erection. “I want that,” her voice is husky with the same ache pounding through me.

I lean forward to pull her shorts off before crawling up the bed and coming over top of her.

Then we’re kissing again, her mouth meeting mine with reckless urgency.

Her breasts rub against my chest and my cock jerks against the soft skin of her belly.Holy shit.Her flesh rubbing against mine is incredible. Indescribable.

This is going to be over before I can get inside her.

I adjust my hips to slide the crown of my cock against her deliciously wet folds and we both groan, breaking the connection of our mouths.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispers.

The words don’t immediately register in my lust-addled brain.

“Condom?” I repeat, swallowing hard, forcing my sluggish mind to work out the meaning of the word.

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